I threw away my poetry book yesterday. I just hated it-I don't know why. It was probably because I usually wrote in it when I was bored and/or depressed and I hated looking through that stupid book and seeing how I felt eons ago. I mean, yeah, I'm a teenager and I get moody sometimes, but I really don't miss it-I hadn't even written in it in a really looooooong while. But, i do have some poetry left from english class last year. I don't know if it was because of our new student teacher or because I was just plain getting better at writing poetry, but my best poetry ever came out of that class. I wrote about cool stuff, like hippies and crap like that. I mean it did me some good. Now I want to be an 11th grade english teacher-go figure. But yeah, to make a long story short, my poetry is now garbage and I wanna spend my life teaching moody teenagers who I hope won't hate me. Eat your heart out Miss Strong!

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